*A/N* Okay so this is my birthday gift to a very great friend and a great writer, to me anyways. Hope your Birthday was awesome. So here we GO!

Chapter 1: Transfer Student

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"Class we have a new student he is from North Beacon Elementary. His name is G-"

"NO DONT CALL ME THAT! DAD STOP HER!" A little boy yelled as he rushed into the room pointing at the teatch.

"I'm sorry he really doesn't like his first name. Call him Stiles." An older man came in addressing the teacher. "Stiles settle down would you?"

"But...but...fine but call me Stiles." The little boy said crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. He had on light blue jeans with a white shirt and a small red hoodie. His shoes matched his hoodie and had little dogs running at the bottom.

"Well Stiles take a seat next to Scott, Mr. McCall raise your hand." The teacher said.

Stiles looked around till he saw a little mexican kid raise his hand. Stiles grabbed his Yoda backpack and walked to the kid. Before he got to him a blond boy stuck his foot out and tripped him. Stiles came crashing to the ground.

"Owie." Stiles said rubbing his nose. He got up and noticed everyone was laughing at him except for the one called Scott, another mexican looking boy and a girl with olive skin color with long black hair.

Stiles started to shake and clinch his fist. The teacher said the boys name with a clipped tone, "Jackson Whittemore go to the corner."

"But Mrs. Blake it's not my fault he is a klutz." Jackson said pointing at Stiles.

Stiles was always a do-er before a thinker and chomped down on Jackson's finger. The boy yelped and tried to pull away. He ended up falling on top of Stiles and started slapping him while crying. Stiles took each slap and put more pressure on his bite.

Next thing they knew Jackson was being tugged off of Stiles and Stiles' dad was yelling at him to let Jackson go. Stiles did and that's when he realized his mouth tasted all coppery. He saw blood dripping off of Jackson's finger.

"Mr. Stilinski-" Mrs. Blake started.

"Yeah." The Sheriff said while Stiles yelled, "HE STARTED IT!"

"I don't care who started in you in the corner and Jackson we're going to the nurses." Mrs. Blake said.

Stiles crossed his arms over his chest and pouted while walking to a corner. Once he got their he saw a white coned hat on a small stool. Mrs. Blake went over and placed it on his head. "Now don't take it off. Mr. Harris will be in shortly. Class you know the rules."

Once Mrs. Blake left Stiles turned around. What he wasn't expecting was his dad to be standing there with his camera ready as he snapped a shot. Stiles felt his eyes start to prickle.

"Hey don't worry okay things will get better soon." The Sheriff said.

"I don't like it here. Can we please move back home? I miss Heather and Danielle. I-I know mamma left but...but...I HATE IT HERE!" Stiles yelled stomping his foot and making the white cone hat fall off.

"Okay we can go to the Sheriff Station and you can read with Tara. Let me get your homework okay buddy." The Sheriff said as Stiles nodded his head.

After the Sheriff left Stiles went to pick up his backpack. The boy named Scott was standing with Stiles' backpack in his hand. "Who is this? Is he a Looney Toon?" Scott asked.

"No silly he is Yoda." Stiles said.

"From Star Wars he is." Said a boy with curly gold hair.

"You know him?!" Stiles asked the boy. The boy just nodded.

Just then a man who was thin and dressed in a suite walked in. He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He looked at the kids and glared, "Settle down you headaches. Now who can tell me who bit young Whittemore?"

Everyone pointed at Stiles. Stiles shrank back from the man as he glared at him. He was about to say something when the Sheriff walked back in with Mrs. Black. "Thank you Mr. Harris."

Mr. Harris nodded his head and walked out. After a few minutes Stiles ran to his dad wrapped his arms around his legs. The Sheriff pulls him away and kneeled down to get eye level with Stiles. "Sory bud but you are going to stay in school. Remember what I told you try to be good and who's picking you up today?"

"You or Tara." Stiles answered with a downward gaze.

"Good now listen to Mrs. Blake and try not to send another kid to the nurse okay." The Sheriff said as he hugged his son. Stiles kissed his cheek and made a symbol with his hand. His pinky and index fingers pointed up and he curled his other two down. He also left his thumb sticking out and extended his hand.

The Sheriff mimicked the hand gestures and touched the tip of Stiles' fingers with his own. After one more hug Stiles watched his dad leave.

"Okay lets try this again. Class welcome Stiles Stilinski. Now one by one introdues yourself starting with you Greenberg." Mrs. Blake said gesturing to a boy with shagy brown hair and pale skin.

The boy stood up and waved at Stiles, "I'm Troy Greenberg. Most call me Greenberg."

The sat down and the boy with golden curls stands up, "I'm Isaac Lahey."

"I'm Danny Mahealani." The other brown kid said just raising his hand.

"I'm Matt." Said a boy in the back.

After that Stiles was messing with his necklace. He walked to the seat next to Scott. After the rest of the kids said their names Mrs. Blake passed out a small paper book. "Okay class who can read the cover for me.

"Peter Rabbit. Miss I read this already." Stiles said getting a red crayon out of his jacket pocket and started coloring on the cover.

"Stiles have you took a reading test before?" She asked as she observed his antics.

"Nope, but I read all the small books in my last school." Stiles said getting a clear box full of crayons.

"Do you mind reading something for me?" She asked writing on her pad.

"Can I finish my coloring?" He asked looking at her, but didn't stop coloring on the page.

Scott leaned over and watched as Stiles colored in the lines without looking. Stiles looked back at his page and continued without caring what Mrs. Blake had to say. He reached over and dropped a brown crayon on Scott's desk, "Color."

The bell rang and everyone stood up, walked over to the door and stood in line. Stiles was still coloring on his page. Mrs. Blake knelt down and talked to him making eye contact. "Stiles it's lunchtime. Are you going to lunch?"

"Oookay." He said getting up and putting his red and black crayons back in his jacket pockets. He got behind the girl with olive like skin. She turned back to him and half smiled.

The walk to the lunch room was long, it was on the other side of their classroom. Once they got there they stood in line for their food and milk. After they were seated they started to eat.

"Izzy I don't want my carrots, want them?" Scott asked forking over the orange vegetable. Isaac moved his broccoli to Scott's tray before he took the carrots.

Stiles noticed the girl with long black hair was missing. He was about to ask when the bell rang and everyone was picking up their trash. They got up and made a line, Stiles falling behind learning his new routine.

"Everyone get in your class line and make sure you completely throw away your trash." Mr. Harris said as the other kids followed the instructions.

After they were all quite they were lead outside where a giant playground was built. Four slides, six swings, two Marry-Go-Rounds, a spot for hopscotch, a spot for four-square, a teather ball, a place to kick a ball and a place to play basketball.

But Stiles found the tree off in the distance near the fence. He walked all the way over their and sat at its base. He pulled his red crayon out along with a folded up paper.

He opened it and touched the red arches and strokes on the page. He traced it with his index finger and felt his eyes sting.

"Well what do we have here? The new kid is crying at a picture." Said a voice that sent a chill down Stiles' spine.

Stiles folded the paper and quickly shoved it in his pants pocket. He slipped the red crayon in his jacket pocket as he stood up. "What do you want?"

"I heard you bit my friend." The taller boy said.

"Yeah well so." Stiles said as he saw two more boys show up.

"Leave him alone Casey." Said a girls voice.

Stiles looked around the other boys and around the tree, but he couldn't find the girl. There was a rustle of leaves and Stiles looked up as the girl jumped off the branch. He staired in awe as she landed gracefully in front of him.

"Well looks like the new kid needs a girl to protect him. Lets leave him alone." Casey said as he walked away.

"Don't worry about him Stiles. He thinks he is cool because he is in third grade." The girl said. "Come on I know a fun game for everyone to play."

After she gathered up Scott, Matt, Isaac, Danny, a dark boy named Boyd and a girl named Erica they got in a circle. They fought over different games till they settled on Red Rover. Stiles was on the right side with Scott holding his left hand and Isaac holding his right. The girl was in the middle with Erica on her left and Boyd on her right.

Matt and Danny played rock, paper, siccors for Stiles team and Danny won. Danny ran over to Isaac's side while Matt ran over to Ericas'.

Twenty minutes and four games later they were lining up to go back to school. The rest of the day was a blur of learning the rules of the class and all of the rules for the activity area. He had to have a pass to the bathroom and to the library

Stiles didn't know it was almost three, till he saw Scott putting on his backpack and standing in line at the door. Everyone filed in after him and waited for Mrs. Blake' orders.

Once outside in the front everyone sat down Indian style. Everyone was talking to everyone and there was so many conventions that Stiles shut them out. He got his folder out along with a blue crayon and started drawing.

Stiles finished drawing the blue house when he felt someone tapping his shoulder. He looked up and saw Scott and the girl with black hair looking at him.

"Why do you color and draw so much?" Scott asked.

Stiles noticed that nearly all the kids are gone. The only ones left are them three and two others from another class. Mr. Harris and Mrs. Blake were looking down the streets waiting for the parents to get the last of them.

"Helps me focuse." Stiles said as he went back to drawing.

"Oh. So when is your mom coming?" Scott asked getting closer.

Before he could answer an older boy walked up to them, "Hey little pup ready to come home?" The boy had short spiked up black hair and forest green eyes.

"Derek!" The girl said getting up and hugging him. The boy looked down at Stiles and tilted his head.

Stiles held out his hand, "Stiles Stilinski."

"Derek Hale, Cora's older brother." Derek said.

"Your only in six grade." Cora said lightly punching Derek.

"Hale as in Mrs. Hale from North Beacon?" Stiles asked.

"That's our mom!" Cora said walking away.

Just then a blue car pulled up and a man was in it. Stiles noticed he looked mad. Scott tensed up as he aprproced the car. "Cya Sty." Scott said before he opened the door and got in.

A few minutes passed and a police cruiser pulled up. Tara was in the front and Stiles sighed heavily. Once he got in and buckled up Tara left the School. "So how was your first day?"

"Okay." Stiles replies as he plays with his necklace.

"So your dad said you can spend the night tonight. How does that sound?" Tara asked passing the Police Department.

"Can we have pizza for dinner?" Stiles asked looking up with excitement.

"How about Milkshakes and Curly Fries?" She asked right back.

"YIPPY!"

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*A/N* So here it is! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY 0809M! Love ya and hope your wish this year comes true bro. Blessed Be.*